” Susan looked nervous.Morgan sat heavily on the chair opposite her. He had been dreading this, the day when Susan would tell him she was moving out....“Ok.”“I had a letter today from the council housing department. They refused me a flat, apparently me and the baby don’t rate anything more than a bedsit.”“Oh!” Morgan knew it would come. “Have they given you a moving date?”“No not yet, not until the baby is born. Have a guess who the housing officer was that signed the letter.”“I, I don’t know, I. He might be able to get shared custody,” he said. “I mean his handicaps might preclude that; but well, I just don’t know.”“No, no, I don’t see that as happening. More visitation, yes obviously, but shared custody, no,” she said, “not with his limitations.”“Hmm, maybe,” he said.“The funeral?” She said.“Yes, it’ll be Saturday as we discussed. And yes, I did invite that ex-sergeant friend of his as well.“Oh and his dad already had two plots selected and paid for, for himself and for Sam too for. Mom and Dad withdrew me, and I was homeschooled for the rest of high school. After a couple of years of her teachings, mom took me into daddy’s man-cave and showed me her ‘workshop’. She had hidden it behind the foundation wall and the only way to get to it was to cast a spell to open the portal. Her chambers are filled with parchments, old tomes filled with spells or history, and items of power. She explained to me that our family has been practicing magic for centuries and that she had. It was getting too noisy to hold a meaningful conversation so she picked up a magazine on women's health and leafed through it. She started to read a "how to" article on becoming multi-orgasmic, and managed to tune out enough of the surroundings to concentrated on reading it.She was halfway through the second page when she heard a loud voice: "What are you doing! Reading at a party! I'm having a damn good time and so should you!"Candy looked up, startled. It was Martha, who was now bending over.